Chapter 22

"Gomi pulled me out of the car. Nothing new. I'd had accidents in the past, and he would always be the one rescuing me. That's how we actually met in the first place." Gabe glanced over at me to see if I followed.

I had kicked off my shoes and sat cross-legged on the sofa right in front of him, but without touching.

His eyes shifted, narrowed, and stared at the Aboriginal Dhamala painting I had gotten in Melbourne. "Where did you get this?"

"At the airport in Melbourne, coming home. Why?"